#laval rocket

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.

For the first time, you took Mark to your house. Last year, you two were only together for a month so you didn’t want to tell your parents and friends about him because you weren’t sure on what you’re standing for. This year, they knew about his existence and were excited to finally meet him. 

“You must be Mark” Your friend Jason yelled when you walked with Mark into the cafe. “She was talking about you non stop” You blushed at Jason’s words. 

Jason has been your best friend since kindergarten. You two were basically glued to each other and the first time you weren’t together was when you left for university. You went to study in Michigan when he picked out Nebraska. 

“That’s me” Mark chuckled and handed out his hand towards him. Jason shook it with a smile. Then he pulled you into a hug. 

“I miss you Dorothy” Jason said and you laughed. 

“Dorothy?” Mark asked, confused. 

“When we were kids The Wizard of Oz was our movie and we always watched it” You explained it to Mark. 

“I didn’t know you like that movie” Mark said and felt a weird wave of jealousy. 

“Boy, you don’t know many things about her. That’s why I’m here to spill the tea” Jason joked and you giggled. Mark was just dumbfounded. 

Something that was supposed to be just a meeting, turned into your gossip session with Jason. Mark was just sitting there and listening, jealous of the connection you had with your friend. You never gossiped with Mark like with Jason. For the first time in his life, he saw how you were reacting to certain things and he didn’t know how to feel. 

“I’m telling you, this bitch Jade is totally pregnant” Jason said and your jaw dropped. 

“No fucking way. She swore that she’ll wait with sex until she’ll be married” You gasped. 

“Girl listen to this part” Jason grabbed your hand. “She’s sleeping around with different men so I bet she doesn’t even know who’s the father” You went speechless at the information. 

Mark saw how Jason grabbed your hand and you didn’t even flinch. You acted like it was totally normal and nothing surprising. He felt even more jealous because he should be the one holding your hand like that. He didn’t even notice when his hands went into fists but Jason did. 

“Hockey boy, you alright?” Jason asked him. 

“Yeah” Mark said with venom in his voice. Jason didn’t notice the sudden change and just shrugged it off. You looked at Matt and saw his eyes focused on your hand holding Jason’s. Quickly you let it go and grabbed your mug to keep it in your hands. 

“Enough about high school. I bet you have some gossip about your university” Jason said and you jumped out of excitement. 

“I have. There’s a guy named Ethan and hear this, he got an STD from one of his hook ups” You told Jason and his hand covered his mouth in shock. 

“Wait, Ethan? My roommate Ethan?” Mark asked you. 

“Exactly this Ethan” You confirmed and Jason gagged. 

“How can you know this but I don’t?” Mark was surprised to hear it from you. 

“He probably didn’t want to say it. I heard it from Lisa, the one who was most of the time in his bed. One night he told her that they can’t have sex because he caught something from another girl” You explained this to Mark. He didn’t know how to feel. 

“Okay lovers, I need to get to work. It was great seeing you again Dorothy” Jason kissed your cheek. “And it was great meeting you Mark” He smiled at him but Mark didn’t react. “See you soon” 

“Bye” You said. When Jason left you two alone, your focus was on your boyfriend. “What’s up with you? You were quiet” You asked Mark. 

“I didn’t want to interrupt you and Jason” Mark said with disgust in his voice. 

“Are you jealous of Jason?” You asked him but Mark didn’t say anything. “You’re totally jealous of Jason” 

“Oh so I’m jealous of your friend and I’m the bad guy?” Mark said defensively. 

“Baby, you have nothing to be jealous of” You laid your hand on his thigh. “Jason’s gay so he has zero interest in me. Although I should be jealous because I saw how he was looking at you. He found you attractive” Mark blushed at your words. 

“Well, I have zero interest in him because you’re my only interest” Mark laid his hand on top of yours. “But can we come back to the story with Ethan? What do you mean he has an STD?” 

“That’s what I heard from Lisa but you know her, she might be just making up a story since he doesn’t want to sleep with her anymore” You told him. 

“Then why would you tell a lie?” Mark asked you and you laughed. 

“It’s called gossip” You told him and kissed his cheek. “You’re so stupid but don’t worry, I love you” 

“I’m stupid?” Mark acted like he was hurt by your words. 

“You know, I think we should get matching shirts with I’m stupid and I’m with stupid” You said proudly and Mark laughed. “At least everyone would know that I’m yours and you wouldn’t have to feel jealous” 

“Okay, you convince me now” Mark told you. 

“Let’s go to the store near the beach. They have all the weird shirts so they might have them” You stood up, ready to leave.