#logan cooley

You meet Logan on the couch, he’s laid on his side, head perked up to make room for you to sit. Where he then lays his head against the meat of your thighs his hand reaching up to touch the curve of your stomach, “hi baby” he mumbles softly, “how was your day?” He asks you, passing you the remote to play the episode.

“Busy, bloody crime scene. Jane almost caught onto me because when we stepped in I almost threw up” you admit, “just so nauseous lately” you shake your head, shivering as Logan brushes over your bump again, sliding his hand under your shirt to touch the bare skin beneath.

You lean back, hands reaching towards Logan’s hair. Braiding and twisting at his hair. Logan hums in pleasure, you look back up at the tv, tsking in disappointment, “you can’t get dna from a sweaty towel” you grumble, “total bullshit” you curse

Logan flicks a finger against your knee, “no swearing with the baby”

You huff in annoyance, “it can’t even hear anything yet” you frown, “plus- this is such a stupid method to get evidence- especially DNA identification”

Logan glares at you again, “no swearing! I don’t want her to come out swearing like a sailor”

You raise an eyebrow, “you think it’s a girl?” You ask, choosing to look away from the inaccuracy on the TV

Logan nods confidently, “yeah. 100% full confidence”

You smile, moving your hands back to touch at his hair, “I like the playoff beard” you admit. Thumbing at the stubble that crosses his cheek and chin, “makes you look handsome”

Logan smiles to himself, “I might keep it” he admits. You hum in approval.

“Oh that’s so fucking dumb- it implies guilt you can’t ask that question” you jerk a hand out and point at the tv, “Logan! I was watching that!” You cry out as he turns the TV off

“Stop swearing! She’s gonna have such a potty mouth!” Logan complains

“She’s got Clayton as a godfather- if her first word isn’t ’Fuck’ it’d be a miracle” you grunt as Logan moves his head up and off your lap.

“Don’t say that. I’ll revoke his godfather privileges- and you said ‘her!” He grins. You playfully smack his thigh, “you said it- you think it’s gonna be a girl too”

You roll your eyes, “I’m gonna make dinner”

Logan grins, “say it- admit it. You think it’s gonna be a girl” he coos

You get up off the couch, “ok.. maybe I think it’s gonna be a girl..” you shrug, “do you want pasta with chicken cutlets? Or do I make steak and potatoes?”

Logan sits with the choice, “is this a real choice or are you cooking what you want for dinner?”

You grin, “I’m making pasta with chicken cutlets but I thought I’d give you the choice”

It’s terrible, truly. Being Logan Cooley, watching his girlfriend in the tiniest bikini known to man- or woman kind. Throw her head back and shot gun her first beer of the night.

They’re not usually party animals, you’ll spend the season in Utah. Only ever traveling back home in the off season. Tonight is different.

Sprays of beer and champagne, a cinch into the playoffs; the rewards now soak against you.

Logan’s pulling you away from the crowd, messily kissing and licking the beer and champagne off your exposed skin as he drags you into the bathroom.

“Now is a really bad time to be hard” you tease, legs spread open for him to slot against on the bathroom sink, “we’re supposed to be socializing”

“I know” he grumbles, “but it’s the middle of the afternoon and you’re” Logan looks down at you, hands slowly untying the strings to your bikini top, “looking to damn good”

You laugh sweetly, bringing his face close to yours for a soft kiss, “uh huh. Whatcha gonna do about it cowboy?”

Logan shakes his head, “you’re insane. Where’d you learn how to shotgun like that” he asks; thumb loosely tapping against your clit.

You huff a moan, “college…”

There’s no more time for Logan to waste, mostly because the way you’re soaking his hand and staring up at him through your lashes has him about to bust in his jeans. He slips the bottoms of your bikini to the side.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes in, slowly, slightly painfully as you bounce against his hips, “fuck.. Lo”

He bites against the skin of your neck, “I know baby, being so good for me” he soothes the back of your hair gently. Easily lifting you off the cool marble of the sink counter. Hips fitting into yours, a kind of movement that makes your head roll back and eyes flutter closed.

You grip into his hair with your hands, nails digging into his scalp as you whisper in his ear, “fuck I’m gonna cum”

“I know. I feel it” he breathes back against your shoulder, “can I come inside?” He asks. And you nod. His grip settling onto your hip as he feels you clench around his cock.

You both still, only rocking slowly to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms, “we should go back to the party” you whisper, “they’re probably missing us”

the next time they face off, you’re in the stands, wearing a sharks scarf or a hat or something but logan hasn’t even seen you yet. just the sight of mack is enough to set him off, to make him play like he’s angry at the ice.

and yeah cheeky mack over here knows what he’s doing. but he’s the guy who doesn’t start things but def finishes them. a little extra pressure along the boards, a slow release of logan’s jersey after the whistle.

and you’re watching from the stands and you just know this is bound to blow up any minute now. it’s not like you’re still into logan but at the end of the day you two shared a long part of your lives with each other and you definitely still care about him to some extent. on the other hand, mack feels like forever. if it comes down to picking sides you’re on his without doubt

it isn’t really about the hit but more about the way mack doesn’t flinch, about how secure he is. on the ice, in your life. the two have been dancing around each other all night so logan guesses now’s a good time as ever to drop the gloves

for him it’s reckless, emotional and mack is well, mack is calm. he’s completely in control of himself and when they both head off to the box and mack looks up at you once and just nods he’s perfectly content

and that’s part of what hurts logan too. because yeah you moved on but you moved on welllll. with someone who does everything he can’t. who even when he’s playing a hockey game and an inch from getting a tooth knocked out, makes sure to check in on you and be present for you